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1 " I've never been this naked with a girl before. I'm not self-conscious or anything, but its different. Not weird. I'm definitely all right with Hayles seeing this much of me. " Wowza." Okay, now I'm a little embarrassed. " Is that a good thing?" She puts her hands on my chest and her face goes from pink to red. (...) " Seriously? Brody, this is totally another reason why you're just super fabulous." Huh?" You don't even know how freaking hot you are. That's uber sexy." Her eyes go to my bare torso. " Count with me." One finger strokes part of my stomach. " One..." She moves an inch or two over. " Two..." She slides down. " Three..." Back over. " Four..." Down. " Five..." Over. " Six." She flicks her gaze back up to me. " That's what people call a six-pack." I roll my eyes, but she keeps moving her fingers up to my chest. I want to stop her, but I don't at the same time. It feels too good. " And these..." She flattens her hands on me, and I tug her closer. " Are called pecs. Its like you stepped out of a fantasy. "
2 " Although some of her passages seek to persuade the reader of the meaninglessness and marginalization of the mathematics, Hayles is content to use mathematics as a means for understanding Borges, perhaps in the same way a sponge riddled with holes is useful in sopping up fluid reality. "
